Claire’s POV. 

Forgetting?

I turned slightly, meeting his gaze. There it was again, that faint smirk on his lips.

My mind raced. What was I forgetting? Then it hit me, Alpha Xavier’s evening date. My stomach dropped.

“Oh…” I breathed out, trying to sound unbothered even though my heart gave a nervous jump. “That.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my reaction.

I straightened, forcing a calm I didn’t feel. “You can tell him I’ll pass,” I said, my tone clipped. ...